. said: Hearken to the lay of the Faecoswine Whose buttocks dwarf the Esquiline Her beard, himself engirth'd with pork Would oft suggest she down the fork But never heed she paid to him And waxed so fat under the sky That they had to bring in a guy In aftermath of each repast With pitch-props, jacks and last Of all, trench periscope to cleanse her quim
. said: . said: Hearken to the lay of the Faecoswine Whose buttocks dwarf the Esquiline Her beard, himself engirth'd with pork Would oft suggest she down the fork But never heed she paid to him And waxed so fat under the sky That they had to bring in a guy In aftermath of each repast With pitch-props, jacks and last Of all, trench periscope to cleanse her quim “Quim” = awesome
Her beard, himself engirth'd with pork Would oft suggest she down the fork
The hog was meant to give Don nieces Instead she spent her trust on Reese's
. said: Shitpig’s cunt is very dry Hairy scary leaky pie Her axe wound is always infected Bacteria, yeast and viruses attracted Only Spanky wants to see The hole from which Shitpig does pee It’s fly-blown and has many maggots Shitpig married her cousin, a faggot It’s loose and not attractive Shitpig’s cunt is highly flaccid Spanky’s little tiny cock Doesn’t remind her of her negro bucks Shitpig and Spanky loved Tyrone In Shitpig’s hole they found a home While Brian blew their unmentionables Shitpig’s cunt grew to circumference unconventional Her pighole is highly smelly Her clitoris has mounds of jelly Shitpig’s cunt is awful large That cunt has green discharge
. said: There comes a point when passing stool The helm doth crown, and then it's cool No man knows this better alive Than Behemoth of Ruzich Drive 'Tis to this point of sweet relief He strives to pass his head of beef. Whilst Shitpig consummation bides There 'mains a trove up Brian's insides A sailor's cry, 'Avast behind!' No order but statement of fact As ordure from this mammoth cacked And stench and clamour numb the mind.
. said: The log's in play, descending fast The early signs suggest it's vast Ofttimes before the Hog dreamt big But for sequoia to prove twig. But not this, yea. 'It's loose! It's loose!' Momentum builds like grain through goose. The oaken shaft the vast rump quits Fast followed by a burst of squits Panting and heaving, Spanky reels No drywall found, o'er he keels Exhausted by his mortal fight 'Gainst half a stone of Faux-Mex shite. While Shitpig hums a merry tune And scampers back with bib and spoon.
